Skin Out (Skit)

(Ooh, we're gonna have fun) (Yes) Tell you man-to-man Only way I deal with combat is hand-to-hand A deal's a deal, a plan's a plan And if the plan involves Amsterdam, well, let's roll Fill me in, I'm a ganja man There's no hatred in my blood, there's no anger, nah It's all love Nature's wonder drug Little blessing from above, what you under, bruv? You got papers? Yeah, I got papers Let me smell the vapors See how high the grade is, gimme that (gimme) Flip it back (yeah) You know I keep it tight like my little chap in a jimmy hat 'Cause there's six million ways to blaze the high-grade Get my hands on this shit to keep your eyes double glazed See it started off as a phase Now I find it hard to make an eighth last a day And I'll probably be puffing 'til I pass away Will I ever stop bunnin'? Boy, it's hard to say Somebody skin up (yeah), skin out (yeah) Let's get it on, let's get down, uh Stop the stressing and messing about Because I'm happy just bunnin' it down Somebody skin up, skin out Let's get it on, let's get down I beg you stop, with all the fussing and running around Because I'm happy just bunnin' it down